Purple Night Melody

If you had a golden apple, who would you give it to?
Invited to the banquet, Luo En saw the golden apple in the plate inscribed with "To the fairest goddess" and the three goddesses embroiled in dispute before him, and he picked up a knife with a smug smile.
The first step, peeling; he gave the skin to Aphrodite.
"To be fair, you're quite pretty. As a layer of skin, you're not bad to look at."
The second step, slicing the flesh; he gave that to Hera.
"As the queen of heaven, yet everyone in Olympus from 800-year-olds to animals has cuckolded you, including males, females, and even sheep. Since you can't save face anyway, take these insides."
The third step, he gave the remaining core to Athena.
"You were supposed to be born a male god and take over Zeus's position, but due to Zeus's shenanigans, you lost that seed, so here, have this core."
Aphrodite clenched her fists, Hera raised her scepter, Athena summoned her spear and shield...
Seeing this, Luo En quickly stepped back, shielding the goddess of discord, Eris, firmly in front of him.
"And you still want to be the goddess of discord? Look at me; I got them to unite at once, even better than you with your instigation."
"..."
Surrounded by Greek gods sharpening their knives, Eris was left in silence.

The Greece Antagonist

For half a month, Knossos City was immersed in an atmosphere of joy and relaxation.


Farming, storing, brewing, trading... Ordinary people continued on their established life trajectories, all looking forward to better times ahead.


They didn't understand the struggles for divine power, nor the conflicts of faith. The few acres of land under their feet and the lamp in their homes were their everything.


They didn't comprehend the military and national affairs that concerned those above them, only knowing that under the governance of Great Mother Goddess Athena and Scribe Master Luo En, more and more wealth was flowing to Crete Island, and their own days were getting better and better.


Thus, the smiles on everyone's faces were genuine and enthusiastic, without a trace of pretense.


It seemed that because of this sincerity, the seas remained calm and tranquil.


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